"Taken?" JJ asked tenatively. "But none of the other victims--"

"He could be devolving." Emily offered, aware of how worried her blonde friend must be.

"We have to treat this as though it is the same unsub." Hotch pointed out. "JJ, I need to know that you'll be--"

"I'll be fine, Hotch. Let's get them back." JJ insisted. Truthfully she didn't know if she was fine, but she had to be. She had to get Reid back.

"Prentiss, when we get back to the house, you go check out their place--JJ and I will look at suspects. Check out everyone they could have had contact with." Hotch said, trying to keep the tone of his voice even. This was personal.

David Rossi never considered himself an old man. The pain in the back of his head began to wake him up. The odd thought occurred to him that it was old age, and then the memories came rushing back. He and the kid had just entered the house when he heard Reid scream like a girl. He was about to make fun of him when he was hit hard from behind.

Blinking his eyes to see his surroundings and try to focus the images into one rather than the three he was currently seeing. The room around him was white, with harsh glare and flickering coming from the incandesant light.

Where was he? Rossi wasn't sure.

The case. He thought to himself. This had to be related to the case! Rossi didn't believe that him being attacked and kidnapped while he was undercover could possibly be a coincidence.

But why? Rossi knew why, he and Reid where the pair chosen to die. This knowledge brought a wide variety of emotions, he was frightened--why wouldn't he be?. He was comforted--his main fear was the unknown, at least now he understood why he was taken. And he was energized--Rossi was a veteran profiler, this was not the first time that he was abducted and he remembered one thing: Each time he got out alive, he got home, and the unsub didn't. But it would be a lie to say that fear was not the most prominant emotion--this very well could be the time David Rossi did not get to go home.

He heard Reid's breathing, it was deep and even. Reid was still unconcious. Rossi gave the room a good look. It was white, with the dying light, the carpet was soft- it was not industrial, but the carpet you would find at a house. If Rossi tried he could hear cars driving by, they were not in a remote area. This kidnapping was different. The unsubs were starting to devolve. They were getting messy and dangerous. They would not care if people knew what they were doing. If anyone close to them didn't know what they were doing, they would now. These killers would get caught, but not before they killed him and Reid. Their deaths would be the catalyst that would get the unsubs caught.

"Rebecca!" Becca's mother yelled to the teenager who was drowning out the world via her ipod.

"Yup?"

"Do NOT go downstairs to the basement. Your father and Nathan are working on something." Her mother seemed almost frantic, and although this wasn't common Becca didn't think anything of it.

"Ok--" The girl elongated the word unsurly, then shrugged. "Whatever."

"You may want to pack." Her mom left without another word as Becca groaned. Every time her mom said that, they moved a couple of days later. But, she had been seeing the signs for a while. Her parents would always get stressed out, then Nate would stop talking to her, and then her mom would tell her to pack. She should have known.

"I was just starting to fit in." She thought unhappily. "Oh well!"

When JJ was stressed, she always paced. Always. Now, JJ was stressed beyond all comprehension and the living room was not nearly big enough to let her walk out her emotions. Her Spence was in danger and there was nothing she could do to save him. They had no clues, no leads, no suspects. They had nothing, and the man that she was in love with was going to pay for it. Hotch and Prentiss were on crisis mode, but JJ didn't have it in her to do her job. She knew she was supposed to help, but this was a low blow. JJ's life was now split into two halves--Reid and work. With Reid gone, her life collapsed on itself.

Ding dong, the door bell rang, almost in mockery, oblivious of the chaos that JJ was feeling and the mayhem Hotch and Prentiss were trying to solve.

JJ begrudgingly opened the door. It was Becca, who had called JJ four times in an hour. JJ hadn't answered because she plainly had better things to do. Really, what am I supposed to say to her? Like I don't have enough going on? I have to entertain a blabbering teenager? OK, I will just deal with her and get back to pacing.

"Hi Becca, this really isn't--" JJ began, but seeing the distraught look of the younger girl, changed her mind and asked "what's up?" with a feigned smile. She was definitely hoping Becca wasn't as perceptive as her profiler friends.

"Hey, I just wanted to say good bye. I think we are moving again, and I just thought I'd get all the farewells out of the way."

"When?" JJ replied like she was curious, she really didn't care right now--but she wanted to be nice and that's what 17-year-old JJ would have asked.

"Probably this week. Tommorow or the day after. We move a lot without notice. My mom told me to pack, and that's a cardinal sign that we are leaving."

Prentiss overheard this new revelation and remembered Garcia's info that their neighbor family had lived in all of the areas of the victims. "Becca, how often do you guys move?"

"Oh, all the time! Ever since my sister died after going to some thingie my mom tends to go a little postal and--" She was cut off by the incredulous stares that greeted her. "What?"

"I didn't know you had a sister." JJ pointed out, not believing that she had been around this girl for the past month and hadn't realized that her mother and family were the unsubs. How could I be so stupid!

Spencer Reid slowly blinked into consciousness. Oh no! Not again! The only comforting fact was that the liklihood of this unsub injecting him with controlled substances was extremely rare, in fact he had a probability of--he tried to stop his brain from coming up with the statistics, knowing they would only serve to make him more nervous. Where's Rossi?

"Hey kid. You're awake." Rossi answered the question that Reid hadn't spoken out loud.

"Where are we?"

"I don't know." Rossi's no nonsense reply was oddly comforting to the genius. No matter how much they were tortured, Rossi would never be the type of person to sugar coat something. It was nice to have that constant in life. Rossi would never share his feelings or insights like Gideon would have in this situation. Oddly, Reid was glad to have this particular experienced profiler at his side.

"Are you ok?" Reid asked, aware of the blood that dripped down the back of the older man's neck that had pooled around his collar and shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Not as young as I used to be." The pair's chit-chat was immediately cut off as they heard footsteps descending the stairs. We must be in a basement! They thought simultaneously. Reid sat in shock as the youngest unsub came into view.

"Nathan?"

AN/I don't think I can say enough that '52 Pickup' was AWESOME! I loved it! Happy Thanksgiving!